One Moment in Time by Barnholdt Lauren

Author:Barnholdt, Lauren [Barnholdt, Lauren]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2015-04-02T07:00:00+00:00

“Are you carbs or protein?” Abram asks as we walk down Ocean Boulevard an hour later.

“Carbs or protein?”

“Yeah, you know . . . like are you a waffles and pancakes kind of girl, or do you stick with your standard eggs and bacon?”

“Oh.” I think about it. I don’t go out to breakfast that often—weekend mornings are for studying or working on school projects and applications—but when I do, I always get the same thing. Western omelet, wheat toast, and home fries. But now that order seems completely boring. Of all the things I could get, I pick wheat toast? What about Belgian waffles or crepes or even eggs Benedict? Why do I have to be a wheat toast and omelet kind of girl? Do I even like wheat toast and omelets? Suddenly I’m not so sure. Suddenly I’m the kind of girl who hooks up with random boys. And the kind of girl who hooks up with random boys doesn’t eat something as boring as plain old wheat toast.

“Pancakes,” I say. “Definitely. Chocolate chip ones. With a side of bacon.”

Abram grins, like he approves of this choice. “I should have known,” he says. “Any girl cool enough to order a barbecue bacon cheeseburger isn’t going to settle for an omelet.”

I flush. I like the fact that he called me cool, that he thinks I’m the kind of girl who does cool things.

We continue walking down the main street of Siesta Key, along with the tourists in their beachwear. Everyone else is heading toward the water, while we’re going in the opposite direction, toward the restaurants. Of course, this means we have to dodge people as we weave in and out of the crowds, but it’s kind of okay because otherwise I’d have to talk to Abram, and I’m not sure exactly what to say.

It feels weird making conversation with someone you’ve already slept with. What am I supposed to ask him? All the stupid small-talk stuff that you ask when you’re on a first date with someone? That seems so weird, since he’s actually . . . seen me naked.

Oh my god, he’s seen me naked. I have a flash of him last night, on top of me, the moonlight shining through the window, his arms wrapped around me, his lips on mine. I flush hot. Oh my god.

I. Had. Sex. With. Him.

What the hell was I thinking? What seemed daring and crazy last night now just seems ridiculously reckless. I’m completely different than I was yesterday. I’m not a virgin anymore. Abram will forever be in my memories, will forever have the place of being the first person I had sex with. I suddenly feel very world-weary and grown-up. Does everyone walking down the street know we slept together? I know that’s ridiculous. People can’t tell just by looking at you if you’ve had sex or not.

But still. If they knew, they wouldn’t be surprised. A guy and a girl, out in comfy-looking clothes late in the morning, their hair disheveled.

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